heey all, so here we are, chapter nine. WOOHOOOOO! where the heat really begins to build, where we really start to get intimate. haha so i hope you enjoy it, and again, sorry for the crappy spelling, sentence structuring, grammar etc. It's late and im not getting any less tired, surprisingly. hahahahaha
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Chapter 9
Two hours later and 20000 Yen richer Takaba found himself once again with a smug smirk plastered on his face as he rode off in the black jeep. The four men all together were chatting between themselves, all about the highly successful interaction, all having praised Takaba for his outstanding effort. The exchange had gone over smoothly, the drugs had been handed over to be distributed to the general public for absurd amounts of money and the dough had been collected, both sides having gained mutually beneficial outcomes.
When he was dropped off outside the nearest train station at just after 9 o'clock, Akihito was in great spirits. "Good bye Yama san, thanks for the offer, I'll be sure to get back to you on it. See ya guys. Thanks for the great work." They returned his good byes with individual replies before the door was closed and they sped off toward an unknown destination. Humming a soft tune to himself, Takaba rubbed his eyes and went to go inside the station with a jump in his step.
Once inside he found himself surrounded by crowds again, still people were there boarding trains, ordering meals at the fast food stores in the food hall around the corner, many chatting between themselves or on mobiles. Making his way over to a McDonalds he ordered a small fries and coke, which he munched on as he made his way to platform 4, where the next train was scheduled to arrive in 1 minute, much to his delight. It truly was turning out to be a wonderful evening.
Just over half an hour later Akihito Takaba found himself at his own stop, he hopped off into the brightly lit station and walked down the stairs into the subway beneath. Two other people followed him down, two workmen the each exited from different carts when they arrived at the station that was obviously home to their destination also. Ignoring them, Akihito walked up the stairs exiting the station and found himself on the far less substantially lit foot path which he knew all too well. He began off in the direction of his house with quick, purposeful strides.
Barely five minutes into the lengthy walk back however, he found he was still not alone, both the men were still following behind him as they had been at the station, now hot on his heels. Cursing himself for not having noticed earlier, he now began to hurry his strides, hearing them quicken their own to match. It was the typical movie scene, where the pursuers continued to match their target's speed until said target began to involuntarily slow due to fatigue or instead, being the most commonly used scene, took off running, when the prsuers would then close in and pounce. And Takaba had a fairly good idea as to who the pursuers worked for and their purpose at being out in such a poor neighbourhood in the late evening, following a seemingly random target.
Feeling his angst grow as the situation continued on for another long while, Takaba decided he was sick of letting the chase continue and suddenly bolted off. He was a very fit boy, having walked everywhere for a large portion of his life, but his body was malnourished and underfed and poorly maintained and as a result, he could never really be expected to run for long distances. As the men closed in he slowed back down to a walk, huffing and heaving and trying to keep his breathing under control as his hands shot up in surrender. He heard the men chuckle together as they caught up to the boy when he slowed all together.
"Takaba Akihito, smart choice" they came closer and Takaba waited, acting as though he had given up, looking at his feet and avoiding eye contact. When one of them took a hold of his arm however, the story changed and he shot his leg up to meet square in the man's crotch, kneeing him in the balls. The man let out a breathy moan immediately after, collapsing to his knees and holding the pained area, holding back pained, unsightly sobs. The other, momentarily shocked, was another easy target and Akihito punched him square between the eyes, then again in the gut. Though his punches really were not very hard, as his fist was small and his force weak, it was still bound to hurt and when the man began to wail, he was confirmed it had indeed.
"Stupid goons" he spat, leaving them while they recovered, to regain his own composure and jog off down the street. They recovered too quickly however, and they obviously called for backup because it was barely a minute later when a black (you guessed it) BMW sped around the corner and stopped right beside him. The doors opened minutes later, and three men exited, huge burley men and far more intimidating than the last two. Akihito stopped in his tracks, fear curling up his spine, as he heared the previous two goons closing in on him from behind while the new comers from his front.
He watched as the giant one he knew well, came up and grabbed his arm firmly, leading him to the car and completely ignoring Takaba's insistant thrashing and curses at all five men. Shoving him in the back, not giving him a chance to fight, the man gave the boy a triumphant sneer before turning to instruct the two previous goons. He spoke firmly, telling them that they could leave, however they were to report to 'Asami-sama' the next morning at club Sion, 10 sharp. Once Takaba was safely inside and the two men had headed off with their tails between their legs, the large man then slid in after the boy along with the two other newcomers who jumped in the front. Asami was nowhere to be seen,.
The man picked up his phone, dialing a quick speed dial and then placing it too his ears. Though Takaba was unable to hear the exact two-way conversation, he had a pretty good gist as the subject.
"Yes, Asami sama, we have acquired the boy… yes sir, not a problem. Yes, we should be around 20 minutes. Yes sir." And that was it. Takaba had no choice but to sit down and wait until he saw a chance at escape, if there was one.
Twenty minutes later, the expensive, sleek car drove up to the front of a huge, easily five star hotel. Going through the front it drove up to the drop off round-a-bout terminal and then came to a stop, the man in the front passenger seat got out immediately and came around to Takaba's door. He opened it with a click for the now quite anxious boy, before moving aside slightly to let him out.
"Get out" The giant, whose name he found to be Suoh, pressed his back with a large hand and Takaba did as he was told, sliding out and then standing next to the man who held his door for him as Suoh opened his own door, exited the car and joined the two outside the plush, shining hotel foyer. Then, immediately, Suoh lead the young boy inside and straight to a large, shiny elevator, pressing the 'up' button and, when the said elevator arrived and the doors slid open, he pushed Takaba through and pressed the button to take them to the top floor. When they arrived, the elevator made a soft hum and out of the wall popped a sleek metal disk, just large enough for Suoh to place his hand upon. A yellow, bright line starting at the man's finger tips and going to the base of his palm scanned the whole length twice for configuration before making a soft happy beep and flashing green. The door then proceeded to open as the disk disappeared into the wall, with a computerised voice saying 'have a nice stay'. Trying not to be overwhelmed Takaba attempted to ignore the strangeness of what had just happened and followed the man out into a long corridor.
"Why have you brought me here?" He asked timidly, now knowing there was definitely no escape for him when he came upon two new men guarding the single door at the very end of the passage.
"Asmai-sama's orders," That was all the other said, the only two words that exited his mouth before they were standing outside the big, ominous doors and Takaba felt his heart begin to race. There was no escape for him now, he was stuck at Asami's whims until the felt generous enough to let him go. The door opened and he felt the rush of air upon his skin as it revealed the interior of one of the most incredible, fancy hotel penthouse sweets in the world, he was positive.
It smelt like expensive cigarettes, the kind Takaba himself would never afford, deep, rich sandal wood and some expensive cologne. As much as the boy hated to admit it, it smelt incredible, and reminded him of the now multiple times he had been taken by the man.
Suoh escorted him inside, telling him to stay in the huge, plush however very masculine sitting room whilst he went to find Asami. Which he then went off to do, but not before warning the boy that should he try to run, the guards at the entrance would 'stop' him with whatever means necessary- Bosses orders. Akihito had only nodded fervently at this, getting the gist as to what the man was meant by 'stoppping' him.
Akihito could hear the shower running and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. He didn't understand why he was so strangely, almost… excited? He usually hated sex, was disgusted by those who did it with people they were not familiar with or even interested in. But this man, Asami, who had raped him multiple times was not making him feel this way. It confused him to no end, and also managed to make him hate himself on top of the other muddle of emotions.
He listened as the water was cut, and as the two men conversed shortly through the closed door of what Akihito presumed must have been the bathroom. He heard his name more than once, and also Asami's orders to 'not be disturbed, unless of an absolute emergency'. Moments later, Suoh reappeared in front of Takaba, reiterating what he had previously told him about escaping, and telling him that Asami would be out in 'just a moment'. He then excused himself and left Akihito all alone in the huge, unknown living room of what the boy presumed to be Asami's home.
"Ah, what a pleasant surprise Akihito Takaba," Asami announced as he entered the living room, finding Akihito standing stiffly on the plush grey carpet, daring not to get comfortable. "Welcome to my penthouse". He was wearing only a bath robe, and nothing more. Leaving Akihito's imagination to go places he rather it not go, not when he was standing straight in front of the man anyway.
Takaba only stared at him, placing a practiced mask of hatred over his face, to hopefully cover his anxiety, if only temporarily. "What the hell is your problem?!" he demanded unceremoniously. "You can't just go kidnapping people off the streets and bringing them to your private lair. I have rights you realise and this is completely going against them." He dared to look into the man's eyes, braving it in order to give himself some semblance of being in control, even knowing full well the effect that this powerful man had on him.
"Oh now now Takaba, don't forget your manners. When someone brings you into their home, it is only polite that you thank them" Asami watched with blatant mirth as the boys features changed from apparent 'hatred' to disgust, and then back again to hatred and moving closely onto anxiety. Until a little thought popped into said seventeen year old boy's head and he answered back dauntingly.
"Hmm yes, maybe, expect I was not brought into your home for a little chat and cup of tea, I was kidnapped off the street. Which makes you a criminal and I in a position to rightfully, not be 'thanking' you." Feeling very proud of himself, Takaba barely noticed when Asami took a few steps closer, being sure not to frighten him away, almost like a pigeon in the park. Asami was only a metre away when Takaba realised his predicament. He had managed to keep away from prostitution that entire week, only working as a host in the club and he was in no hurry to be doing things like the older man surely had in mind. He took a step backwards, then another and another, glaring at the man who only matched his steps, continuing to approach with a 'cat' like expression, to Takaba's helpless, anxious 'mouse'.
When the boys back finally bumped against the couch he felt the fear creep up into his face, draining it of its colour and the man, Asami, moved in, until his chiselled and perfect chest was right up against Takaba's own, it's head radiating out like a bush fire in a desert.
"Well for someone apparently here against their own will, you don't seem to be making much of a fuss, really." At this Takaba went immediately to retaliate with his reasons, and his being smart enough to know when to pick his battles. However, before he even had a chance to utter the first word, his mouth was erratically captured in a searing kiss. One that brought heat to his loin in a matter of seconds, an effect that no other human being had ever had on Akihito, certainly not with just one kiss. And it only continued, his mouth being crushed and fully explored until he was pushing desperately to get away and take a breath, thumping the man's chest with his fists. Even then Asami wouldn't let up, as the man's hands came up instead and began to travel lightly up Takaba's chest, following along his almost non-existent stomach and tracing his very existent ribs with light caresses until the fingers eventually found what they were searching for.
Takaba was rendered helpless, unable to get away and fearing for his sanity did he stay.
With a gasp, Takaba felt as his nipples were played with. Being pinched and rubbed, until finally they stood erect and the man's fingers travelled back down his body, much to Takaba's mixed mortification and, horrifyingly, excitement.
His mouth was finally let go, but the lips formerly on his own never once left his body as they trailed down his neck, leaving light kisses and nibbles all the way down to the nape. Nobody had ever given him such incredible and erotic foreplay before, and though he had mildly experienced it previously with Asami, that was nothing compared to what he was experiencing at that moment. The rushes of pleasure were almost too much, he could feel his rock hard erection as it twitched inside his boxers, much to his mortification.
His mind was just, simply not having any effect on is body. He told himself that he hated the feelings the man produced, but his body just continued to react in the most embarrassing of ways, showing just how excited he was getting. He feared it was just a matter of time before he was forced to give up and he would truly crush his pride.
Then Asami's lips were at his ear, his tongue licking inside the lobs and giving the boy involuntary shivers of passion, then just about sending him over the edge when the top of his ear was brought between the man's teeth and he proceeded to bite down. Not too hard, but hard enough to bring about an anguished gasp, and a choked moan as Takaba involuntarily came in his pants. His pride now completely crushed, he tried desperately to keep the tears from his eyes.
Oh the embarrassment, he felt it heat his cheeks like a forest fire, he would never live that down, coming just from foreplay, his lower half hadn't even been touched slightly. He looked down at the floor, mortified, when he felt Asami's chuckle vibrate against his neck. Takaba was lifted off the ground in the next second however, his humiliation momentarily forgotten as he was caught off guard by the other's obvious neediness to get things moving further along. Asami's strong, large hands felt his buttocks and lifted the boy up as though he weighed nothing, forcing Takaba to wrap his legs around the man's hips in order not to fall. The he was suddenly being walked toward a door, as he involuntarily shoved his face into the crook of Asami's neck to keep from screaming in mortification at being picked up and carried into the bedroom like they were some newlywed couple. But he couldn't bring himself to even utter a sound, too intensely altered by the shocking revelation that an orgasm could actually produce such an incredible effect. He was still shivering from the, though slightly faded, still very resent after effects of the orgasm.
Seconds later, he found himself on his back and lying in officially largest bed he had ever seen, and in the most upclass and furnished room he had ever seen. Everything followed the same colours, the paintings and professional photographs on the walls all matched and worked beautifully together, there was an enormous floor to ceiling mirror that he guessed concealed a very large and extremely well stocked wardrobe, as well as two matching bedside tables with everything high tech and expensive laid out neatly and not too packed. The room all together smelt even more so like Asami than Asami did and looked almost too good to be true. But his exploration of the room was cut short when his clothes were suddenly being ripped off him, as Asami leaned over and pushed himself into the younger boy.
Akihito could feel the man's huge erection bulging against his stomach and blushed furiously again, before seemingly finding his words and desperately trying to put an end to the evening before he lost himself completely to the pleasure.
"No, stop. Don't! Stop… Now. Mmmphgg." In an effort to shut the boy up, Asami clasped his lips yet again over the young boys, delighting in the still so innocent sounds and gasps coming from the kid. He never would have thought he would be so highly interested in such an ordinary boy, but he felt it almost impossible to control his lust when he saw the boys big, pink and puckered lips, his teary eyes and his flushed face.
All symptoms, Asami knew, of his own efforts to excite and capture the young boy in his grasp. He had the strangest desire to simply rip of the others clothes and take what he felt, to his great mystification, was his. He felt the overwhelming desire to make sure that his partner was enjoying the evening just as much as he, he wanted to bring the other to orgasm as many times as it would take to drum in his mark and take ownership of the fine boy. A boy that was so obviously broken and in desperate need of being fixed, and Asami felt it was his job to do just that. He couldn't explain it, but the urge he felt to protect the beautiful, precious little diamond he had just so happened to come across once again, was almost too much to bare as he unbuckled the boys ripped and dirtied jeans, attempting on purpose to rip them beyond repair as he pulled them from the boys too-small body, his briefs following suit. Taking off his own shirt, he flung that too across the room and began pressing kisses down the length of his prostate boy, licking and nibbling as he went, being sure his efforts would leave marks.
Takaba gasped as the man nibbled down his rips and lapped at his belly button, hands pressing into his sides with brute but not unpleasant force in an almost possessive manner. He couldn't explain the rush he felt at this realisation, it was stupid and childish but he couldn't find room to care in his already muddled brain. So instead he concentrated on his breathing as the man's hands came around his cock suddenly and he found himself yet again transported into the depths of pleasure. He had just embarrassingly released his lust again for the second time already that evening.
But Asmai, much to the bys initial shock, never even uttered the slightest chuckle, even though he found deep pleasure in the knowledge that he was having such an effect on the usually more distant and cold boy. He felt his own lust begin to build until it was almost too much and he flipped the boy suddenly onto his stomach, bringing forth a frightened whimper from the little, excited boy. He knew it was important to prepare the portal before entering it, and so set to work at getting it ready for his wide girth in as little time as possible. Sticking one finger, he heard the gasp of pleasurable pain from the boy almost immediately. Thrusting in a few tomes until the kid was adjusted, he the shoved in another, then simultaneously another. It was almost over whelming, his need to be inside the hot portal of one strange, troubled boy. He had never felt such a pull in his life, had never wanted to take ownership of another ever, not even when he was just a young teenager willing to fuck almost anything that moved. What a strange phenomenon, he thought.
Takaba was overcome with pleasure, it was peeking to new heights the further they continued, he felt tears in his eyes as his hoarse cries filled the room when he felt the three fingers leave his clenching portal.
"You needn't worry" Asami whispered against Takaba's ear, as he nibbled it between words, "I'll replace them with something much better." Takaba barely even registered the mirth filled words however, when he suddenly became very aware of something very large, hot and wet sitting just at the edge of his portal. Then it was pushed in and he let out another hoarse cry, the momentary displeasure being quickly overcome with pleasure once his body began to adjust to the overly large member.
"Shhhh" Asami hushed the boy, needing to make his feel good, and not just secure his own pleasure as he did every other time he had sex with anybody. He had never before cared about another person like this, it was confusing and yet thrilling. He felt his body tremble a he proceeded to push himself in some more when the boy began to adjust. Takaba, momentarily caught of guard by Asami's apparent worry, felt himself fall further nd further down the rabbit hole as he was transported to another area all together, when the man's large erection began to feel very nice buried deep inside him.
Asami was in, and ooh did it feel incredible. The enticing heat and the sound of skin against skin was overwhelming as his usually calm and collected senses crumbled slightly. He began to thrust, in and out, in and out, feeling himself slide again the interior layer or muscle that was the boy's inner sanctum. He felt Takaba shiver beneath him, as he pressed kisses between the boy's shoulder blades, licking and sucking and producing small, dainty hickeys on his white flesh.
He found himself to be one lucky fucker. When he had first taken the boy, he had not thought well about the problems that could very well occur from such things. He had momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment as to who the boy was and what he did for a living. As a result, he had waited anxiously on the boys results he had had put through testing after collecting some of his seed afterwards when he remembered. The results had arrived a few days later and, to his luck and immense, though he would never admit it, relief the boy had somehow managed to do the job he did without picking up any diseases or viruses or… well he simply didn't want to go in it. The boy had had all the possible shots it appeared or was just damn well lucky, though that was very doubtful given other information he had on the boy and so he was lead to believe that former. That was why, currently, while thrusting violently inside the exquisite depths the young boy, he felt very, very thankful that he had somehow managed to obtain those shots.
He came much quicker than he expect himself to, emptying himself into the deep, warm and wet depths of the boy and, whilst not muttering a sound, let out a pleasurable sigh. It was thus way that the two continued throughout the evening, as Asami exercised his control over the boy who enticed him to no end. And said boy worked on his own ability to last for as long as necessary and not faint too many times in the course of the evening and well into the early hours of the next morning.
It was hours later when they stopped, Akihito flopped against the bed and Asami fell on top of him as they both rode the after effects of their final orgasms. Takaba was in bliss. He knew he would have a lot of problem when he woke up the next morning, but h found himself unable to care. He had never, ever had a greater night in his life, and he was exhausted.
When Asami rolled off the boy, he lay flat on his back for a moment, before looking back over at the boy, whose eyes were drooping as he began to fall involuntarily into the waiting arms of his dreams. He stared for just a moment, at the calm features of the boy, the serenity now falling over his body, his beautiful body, his beautiful face. The boy was beautiful, stunning in fact, but he was tiny, his ribs pocked through his skin as if he barely ever ate, his stomach was just a hole, his hip bones protruded out far more than necessary and his limbs were all thin and bony with only slight muscle.
It almost hurt the man to see the boy, who he remembered well from many years before, in such a terrible state. The boy who always used to have such life in his eyes, who always showed his emotions, the boy who, when hurt, got right back up again and did the same thing until he got it right. The boy who never went a day without smiling his big beautiful grin, the made his face shine.
Asami had been so surprised when he came across the boy a while back, when he was going in to visit the boy' principle in order to discuss his own possible funding in the school as part of a mutually beneficial partnership.
And now, as he lay there looking the boy over he couldn't believe the change that had happened over the years, and couldn't help but want to know why it had happened so dramatically. For, even though the boy's skin was white and pale, there was no hiding the many, numerous scars and bruises that littered every surface, the thin wrists home to red, purple and brown welts. Asami decided he would get to the bottom of this new mystery, he would find out what happened to bring about the change he saw. He promised himself that he would help this broken boy, and then reap the outcomes, whatever they may be.
Silently, so as not to wake the boy, he shifted on the bed and brought up the duck-feathered duvet around himself and the sleeping teenager. He then lay back down himself and, after contemplating it for a few minutes, turned and gathered the thin figure up in his arms, dragging him over to where Asami slept most nights and rested both their heads on a single pillow. Said boy hadn't even slightly come out of the oblivion of his dreams, and was instead curling further into Asami, as if seeking heat… or perhaps something more? Feeling overly tired himself, Asami put his arms around the boy and slowly let sleep take him also, as he thought about the curious case that Takaba Akihito had turned out to be.
So there you have it, i hope you enjoyed it and that my spelling etc. wasn't too atrocious for your tastes. Also, PLEASE REVIEW, it really means a lot to me as i have spent a very long time trying to perfect this chapter for my readers!
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